Thursday, August 16, 2007

He inhaled

He inhaled the scent, still fresh on his pillow

Studied his nude body's silhouette shadow on a pale wall

Few would ever know the ease of his laborsthe exhaustion of his heart.

He inhaled again, imagining he'd also vanish, as he blew the candle out


Ergo said...

Yea, I really like this poem. The lines are strongly imaginative and evocative. said...

Sounds like a poem about a whore...

Just sayin'